desensitization therapy

Serotonin can make people lose their minds.

But Song Feijue just felt that the moment he leaned over to kiss her was the most rational and sober moment in his life.

The snow fell very slowly, and fell on the face and lips finely along the street lamps, very icy.

Fang Zhilian's lips were so warm from being rubbed together, he didn't dare to open his eyes, his brain was filled with chaotic white noise, and his heart was also floating. The chaotic thoughts were like a dead knot in the soul, which couldn't be untied, and he fell into a rut. No more.

I don't know who broke up first.

Fang Zhilian slowly opened his eyes, and the moment his gaze shifted, Song Feijue's eyes shone brightly against the street lights.

They were still very close, so close that Song Feijue could clearly see Fang Zhilian's light red lips glistening with water, the tip of his nose was red, and his earlobes were also red, like the overripe candied cherry on the whipped cream .

Fang Zhilian's hand was still on Song Feijue's arm, holding the sweater half-empty and half-solid.He heard his own voice, very soft, like stepping on cotton, the dull ending made the question unreasonable.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"why?"

Song Feijue relaxed for a moment, and he repeated it, not a rhetorical question with a hint of ridicule, but a sincere question that even he couldn't understand.

He let go of his impeccable calmness and met Fang Zhilian's gaze from top to bottom.

Looking at each other, Fang Zhilian had already given him the answer.

"Because you seem to like me a little bit," Fang Zhilian blinked at an abnormal speed, seemed a little nervous, but not sure, "I caught up with you, didn't I?"

Song Feijue lowered his eyes to look at Fang Zhilian, and gently brushed his soft earlobes with his slender and clean fingers.

In such a long dark night, only the street lamps and his eyes were bright, and a single look could make Fang Zhilian feel helpless.

"Yes," Song Feijue paused, then added, "Merry Christmas."

They still maintain the posture of cuddling each other, and the shadows under the street lamps are also glued together.

Song Feijue's nose bridge is very high, the tip of his nose is close to the tip of his nose, his breath sticks to his breath, and he is very intimate, which makes people think about it.

But Song Feijue never kissed again.

"Then, to celebrate Christmas," Fang Zhilian's gestures were slow and dizzy, he was blown lightly, and he didn't realize that his tone seemed to be coquettish, "It's also to celebrate that I caught up with you."

"Can I kiss you again?"

Fang Zhilian forgot how he finally drifted home that day. He only remembered that when he covered Song Feijue's note with boyfriend, his phone vibrated.

On the screen was Song Feijue's good night message.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of oxygen in the bed, Fang Zhilian finished answering the text message in a daze and popped his head outside. Looking at the snow outside, he felt that it was not snow but icing sugar.

Yueya didn't know when she jumped onto the bed, stepped on Fang Zhilian's phone, and turned on the screen again.

On the WeChat page, the avatar of the internet celebrity puppy on the right is exactly the same as his current expression.

Fang Zhilian took out his phone again, and changed his WeChat signature to a sentence: The puppy fell into the moon.

Christmas is over and New Year's Day is coming. At the beginning of the new year, a group of half-aged senior high school students have officially ushered in the 17-year-old threshold.

The New Year's Eve in 2013 passed late. The No. 16 Middle School started the final exam on the [-]th, and the results were released on Friday for the winter vacation. After the new year was over, school would start again.

Zhu Wen was most annoyed by being asked about grades by a bunch of relatives he didn't know during the Chinese New Year. Now it's over, the Chinese New Year will definitely not be safe.

Before Fang Zhilian went to the water room, he was still listening to him muttering: "I don't think 2012 is the end of the world, but 2013 is."

How can there be such a beautiful end of the world?Fang Zhilian didn't dare to say anything, he quietly walked out the back door and closed it behind him.

Falling in love with Song Feijue is more logical than expected. It seems that apart from the easier way of getting along, nothing else has changed.

Fang Zhilian even studied harder, for the dream of "framing" Song Feijue who had no boundaries.

The only thing that distracted him a bit was the kiss on Christmas Eve. Kissing with Song Feijue seemed to be addictive, but Fang Zhilian was thin-skinned, and he had already used up the phrase "Can I kiss you again" that night? All his courage was gone.

Next time, Fang Zhilian buried his face in his arms for a while, and then raised his head to write a question. He thought in his heart, wait until the next time the battery is fully charged before kissing.

The day of the final exam is coming soon, no matter whether you have prepared or not, it will be the New Year in a blink of an eye.

Fang Zhilian was in a good mood after the exam. The final grades came out. He was much ahead of the rankings when he first entered school, but the college entrance examination does not depend on the rankings.

On the morning of the second day of the winter vacation, Cheng Lei calmly announced at the dining table that Fang Zhilian and Tang Ting had each enrolled in supplementary winter vacation classes.

One of the courses that Cheng Lei reported to Fang Zhilian was a one-on-one intensive supplementary class, with a total of three subjects.There is also a comprehensive English class. It is said that the students who attend the class are preparing to take the IELTS TOEFL next semester to study abroad.

Fang Zhilian didn't want to go abroad for a long time, especially since Song Feijue had plans for the future, but he didn't want to disappoint Cheng Lei, so he agreed against his will.

Tang Ting looked as if he was used to it, and stretched out his small hand: "Is there any reward?"

Cheng Lei said, "Of course." Then she took out two iPads and gave them to them.

However, what frustrates Fang Zhilian the most is not the make-up class, but after he told Song Feijue on the phone that he was going to take a make-up class for a holiday, Song Feijue was silent for a moment, and told Fang Zhilian that he was going to Australia trip.

"How long will it be?" Fang Zhilian's dangling legs stopped, "Australia for a whole vacation?"

Song Feijue didn't deny it: "It's possible."

Fang Zhilian's mood was originally sunny and sometimes cloudy, but now it was completely raining and thundering, but after thinking about it, he still told Song Feijue: "Then you have to have fun."

Isn't it just a vacation?Fang Zhilian comforted himself in his heart, next year he will have a winter vacation when he goes to university, and then he will go to Australia with Song Feijue, or Hawaii as well.

"I will miss you every day," he turned the phone upside down, facing the auxiliary microphone, and emphasized very solemnly, "I miss you very much."

On New Year's Eve, Cheng Lei and Tang Jitong were both at home.Tang Ting tidied up beautifully early in the morning, and even changed into a newly bought knit dress. She sat in the living room and waited for her grandma to come.

Aunt Chang had already gone back to her hometown to celebrate the New Year. Cheng Lei originally planned to go to the hotel to order a New Year's Eve dinner, but Fang Zhilian's grandmother refused.

Cheng Lei had no choice but to compromise, but because she was going to pick up the elderly at the station, Tang Jitong was forced to be the person in charge of the New Year's Eve dinner.

Before leaving the house in the afternoon, Cheng Lei also asked Fang Zhilian to take Tang Ting to finish today's homework before playing games.

Tang Ting was using the iPad to cut fruit, and the corners of her mouth drooped quickly when she heard about the study: "I still have to do my homework during the Chinese New Year?"

"I have to do my homework even if the sky falls." Fang Zhilian pulled out the iPad from her hand.

Tang Ting didn't like to write homework for a while, and saw Fang Zhilian playing Plants vs. Zombies. He was greedy: "Brother, can you help me with the rest?"

"No," Fang Zhilian glanced at her and refused very coldly, "Hurry up and write."

Tang Ting plausibly said: "The teacher didn't ask me to write so much."

Fang Zhilian said, "The teacher hasn't let you play games all day yet."

Having said that, in order to prevent Tang Ting from being greedy for the game, Fang Zhilian stopped playing, put the iPad aside, and sat on the corner of the bed to write exercises.

But he was not concentrating, and felt dizzy even after reading the questions. After writing a few questions, he secretly turned on his phone, opened the chat page with Song Feijue, and took half of the paper.

The time difference between Australia and China is only two hours, rounded up, it means there is no time difference. Song Feijue quickly replied: "Which question?"

Fang Zhilian was too lazy to do the questions, so he learned from Tang Ting's tricks: "Boyfriend, can you help me write the rest?"

Song Feijue neither refused nor agreed: "I'll teach you."

Well, Fang Zhilian resignedly took off the pen cap and continued to write questions while listening to Song Feijue's synchronous teaching. By the way, he took a peek at Tang Ting, whose back was turned to him, who was also frowning.

He comforted himself flatteredly in his heart, it was good to have one more boyfriend than Tang Ting to teach at the same time.

Grandma arrived around six o'clock in the evening. Unlike Tang Ting's joy, Fang Zhilian had seen her grandma very few times since she was a child, and now she was more nervous.

Tang Jitong's cooking skills can't be said to be very good, but the dishes on the table are well presented, and he specially made two cheap special dishes.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the grandmother who had no chance to chat with Fang Zhilian finally pulled him to sit down, and took out two red envelopes to give to him and Tang Ting.

Tang Ting accepted it generously, and said sweetly: "I wish grandma a blessing like the East China Sea and longevity in Nanshan. Happy New Year and everything goes well!"

Fang Zhilian was embarrassed to answer, and repeatedly declined: "Grandma, I'm not a child anymore, so I can't accept it."

Compared with Cheng Lei and her grandfather's cold and domineering personality, her grandmother is obviously more gentle, and she always smiles when she speaks: "You are still a child in my eyes, accept it quickly."

Fang Zhilian had no choice but to say "Thank you, grandma" and accepted it temporarily.

It's not over yet, grandma touched his hand and sighed again, which made Fang Zhilian feel agitated and didn't know what was going on.

"For so many years outside, I don't know if you are doing well or if you have been wronged." Grandma's eyes were very kind. She looked at Fang Zhilian, as if she was looking at him as a child through distant memories. The adults are not good, and the children have been wronged."

Fang Zhilian didn't expect her to say that, her nose got sour for no reason, but she still shook her head: "I haven't been wronged."

Grandma smiled, with complicated expressions on her brows, but when she looked up again, she put them all away.

Tremblingly, she took out something from the small bag, bowed down and tied it around Fang Zhilian's ankle.

Fang Zhilian was ignorant and didn't have time to refuse. After her grandmother tied it up, she found out that it was a jade anklet.

Two blue jade beads were tied on a silver chain, which was particularly transparent against the white background.

"Grandma owed you the red envelope for 17 years, so I will use this to make up for it first." Grandma touched Fang Zhilian's thin wrist bones, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes brushed away. "Welcome home, my son."

Around nine o'clock, Fang Zhilian took Tang Ting downstairs to release the fairy wand.

Tang Ting held the fairy wand in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the fireworks set off in the sky.

Fang Zhilian made a video call to Song Feijue, and when Song Feijue answered, he immediately switched to the rear camera.

"Happy New Year!" Fang Zhilian yelled extra loudly because he was afraid that Song Feijue might not be able to hear clearly.

"Happy New Year." Song Feijue said.

He seemed to be alone in the room without turning on the light, and he seemed a little lonely compared to the noise on Fang Zhilian's side.

Fang Zhilian originally wanted to say a lot, but when he saw Song Feijue's face, he couldn't say anything, and stared at him without blinking, as if he couldn't see enough.

"Brother!" Tang Ting didn't care who he was calling, "You shoot the sky, big fireworks!"

Fang Zhilian said, "It's not as good-looking as a fairy stick."

Tang Ting rolled her eyes, thinking that he had no taste, so she admired it herself.

It happened that the fairy stick in his hand went out, so Fang Zhilian lit a new one, and he asked Song Feijue, "Do you want to watch the big fireworks or the fairy stick?"

"Which one do you want to see?" Song Feijue asked without answering.

"Fairy sticks," Fang Zhilian replied truthfully. He suddenly remembered an interesting incident when he was a child, and said in a joking tone, "When I was young, the big fireworks were hundreds of dollars. My dad couldn't afford them, so he had to buy me fairy sticks." , and several small fireworks that can only be sprayed into the air."

Song Feijue didn't interrupt Fang Zhilian, and listened to him quietly.

"But when I was a child, there were other relatives and children celebrating the New Year together. Every time when small fireworks were set off, if it was not a coincidence, there would be big fireworks at the same time, and other children would look up to watch the big fireworks. " Fang Zhilian said while lighting the fairy wand, "But I don't watch it, I'm afraid my dad will be sad, so I always stare at Xiao Huanhua persistently."

But in fact, my dad didn't care at all - Fang Zhilian didn't say the rest.Jokes are jokes, sad things don't count, it's better to stop at the last sentence.

"Very naive?" Fang Zhilian asked with a smile.

The other side was silent for two seconds, and he heard Song Feijue answer: "Very cute."

Fang Zhilian was stunned, his heart seemed to be pinched by someone, it didn't hurt or sore, it just became soft and a little inexplicably swollen.

One didn't pay attention, and the sparks from the fairy stick landed on the back of his hand. Fang Zhilian shook his hand twice belatedly: "Ah..."

"what happened?"

"Xingxing fell from his hand." Actually, it didn't hurt, Fang Zhilian deliberately pretended to be pitiful, "It hurts so much, it's all your fault."

That end seems to be smiling: "What's my fault?"

"I'm always distracted," Fang Zhilian said.

"What's there to be distracted by?" Song Feijue followed him.

Fang Zhilian paused for a few seconds. He put his cheek on the phone and softened his tone: "There is you."

"I miss you every day," Fang Zhilian frowned, and said softly, "On time, on time, three times a day."

Fang Zhilian didn't say to come back soon, or anything else, but Song Feijue knew.

With a distance of 9000 kilometers, Song Feijue's face flickered under the only moonlight. He said, "I'll be back soon."

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